Chapter 17

Woody had no idea how long he had stood there watching her, but it was clear that she was so deeply involved in what she was doing that she hadn't noticed he was there. He really couldn't believe his eyes! Jordan, his wife, the woman he had known for four years, who couldn't cook enough to keep herself alive was baking up a storm! It was as if she had been possessed by Martha Stewart!

When he could finally speak he demanded, "Jordan what are you doing?!"

She stopped cold, startled in the act of taking something out of the oven…the oven that until today, Woody was sure she didn't even knowhow to turn on…she looked over at him and with a perky grin that just wasn't her, Jordan replied, "I got up this morning and felt like baking."

"Jordan you don't know HOW to bake!" Woody retorted.

She looked around the kitchen at the many items that she had made and shrugged, "Apparently I do."

Still trying to process what he was seeing, Woody came into the room to assess all that she had done and then asked, "You had to have been up for hours to do all this! What time did you get up?"

"I think it was about three," she replied cheerfully as she placed the cupcakes in her hand on the counter. "What would you like for breakfast? I made lots of things."

"I can see that," he stated as she handed him a plate and gestured around the room offering him his choice of all she had made.

Woody hesitantly chose a few things, knowing that just because something looked good it didn't always follow that it would taste that way. The fantastic smells that filled the room could have been from anything. He was still having a hard time believing all this had happened, but as Jordan handed him a cup of coffee with a smile that was untypical for her, he decided to take a chance and go along with it.

They had to move other baked goods aside to be able to put their plates on the table, but once they were settled, Jordan waited for his reaction to his food. He tentatively took a bite of the still warm blueberry muffin. It simply melted in his mouth! Woody was glad that his grandmother was no longer around so he didn't have to tell her that these were as good as the ones he remembered her making!

"Jordie these are amazing! Where in the world did you learn to make them? They taste just like the ones my grandmother used to make!"

"I should hope so! I called your mother for the recipe this morning."

"Why would you do that?!" Woody gasped. He was flabbergasted! Jordan had called his mother?! What in the world had she been thinking?! How had she identified herself to his mom?! Because he and Jordan had only married for the sake of the baby, they had a quick ceremony at the Justice of the Peace office. Even if he dreamed that one day the marriage would be real he knew his family would not truly consider him married unless it happened in a church. So he hadn't told his mother he had gotten married…now all he could do was inwardly cringe at what his mother must be thinking.

"I told you, I did it to get some recipes. Your mother is very nice by the way," Jordan informed him as she began to eat.

"Jordan, just how did the conversation go?!"

"Oh do you mean, did I tell her I was your wife that she didn't know you had?" she asked with a smirk.

"Ummm yes…"

"Then yes."

"Yes what?!"

"Yes, I had to tell her we were married when I called to ask what your favorite things for breakfast were. If I hadn't and I was making breakfast for you she might have thought we were just living together or worse yet, a one night stand. You wouldn't have wanted her to think that would you?" she asked.

Woody shook his head 'no' in answer all the while wondering if he would have actually been in less trouble for one of those reasons than he would be now that she knew he had gotten married without letting her know about it.

To be continued…